“Christian!” Paul
came running and positioned himself in between Christian and the other team
with its consisting members, Mark and Ben.
“Get out of the fucking way, Paul!” Christian argued as he tried
to move Paul away and focused on Mark and Ben.
“No, I won’t, Christian,” Paul said.
The pounding in his head came. Paul had always called him
“Chris” and he only called him “Christian” whenever something went wrong and
Paul plays peacemaker – which was something that happens very rarely.
“It’s time to explain, Chris,” Ben said with his tiny burst of
bravery and stopped abruptly as his boldness vanished.
Christian stared at Ben. “There is nothing that you don’t
know about me.”
Ben was nudging Mark,
encouraging him to say something to back him up. “Erm… er… how are you gonna
explain this tape then?” Mark bent over and reached into the bin.
Ben thought that his heart had stopped beating when Christian
looked at the tape and then back to Mark and Ben’s faces and then back to the
tape again. He thought that that’ll be the end of Mark Daniel Read and Benjamin
Stephen Adams.
It came as a surprise when Christian burst into laughter, a very
hysterical laugh. It scared the livings out of Ben when he laughed. He really did
thought that they’re dead but he didn’t expect Christian to start laughing.
“What?” Paul questioned Christian as he looked at his blond
friend whom he reckoned had just cracked under the pressure of the tours.
“Mark, Ben, you muppets!” Christian laughed. “That tape was
meant for the next album!”
“You mean, it wasn’t the “personal” tape that you knew we’re
searching for?” Mark asked incredulously.
“No, it wasn’t!” Christian doubled over in laughter. Somehow, he
felt relieved. “The song in that tape… you guys are supposed to listen to it
this afternoon before the gig but apparently, you’d already heard the song!”
Ben and Mark both blushed bright red as they realised their
mistake.
“Alright,” Christian said as he straightened up, trying to calm
himself. “You wanna know the contents of that very, very “personal” tape,
yeah?” When he’d received a nod from both Ben and Mark and later on, Paul,
Christian reached into a shelf behind him and pulled out another tape.
“This is the one.” He handed the tape over to Ben’s
outstretched arm.
“What a nice colour!” Paul commented as he saw the colour of the
tape. It wasn’t like any ordinary tape… it was a digital cassette and it was
silvery-gold in colour. Christian grinned at Paul in return.
Mark searched for an appropriate player and popped the tape into
the player. As the cassette played, all three could tell that it was a very
depressing song. The sadness in the song was unbearable as Ben felt tears stung
his eyes. However, he held on tight before the waters break its barriers.
As the tape came to an end, Mark switched off the player before
he faced Christian. But he was shocked to the core when he found Christian on
the verge of crying as he was cupping his nose and mouth with both of his
hands.
“Chris?”
Christian looked up. His green eyes were glistened all over.
“Is there something you would like to share with us?”
“No, there shouldn’t be. That’s the “personal” tape you guys had
been searching for… it’s just that the song brought back many memories.”
“Were they good memories?” Paul asked softly. “Because from the
way you’re singing it, those memories weren’t supposed to be good.”
“I won’t answer your question, Paul. But I will answer all of
your questions one day when I’m ready. I just can’t spill all my heart’s
contents out at the moment. The experience was a bumpy and painful ride for me
and her.” Christian sniffled and when he excused himself from the room, he was
simply mumbling inaudibly.
“Well, it looks like it was very hard for him,” Ben
commented quietly as the other two agreed with Ben.
~~ecaf~~
Warning. Don’t read if you’ve got a weak heart. Proceed onward until you see the word “stop”.
“I’ve got you where I wanted,” she whispered.
“No, babe, I got you where I wanted,” he replied. And
then, he began to nuzzle the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give him
better access to her neck, shivering when he kissed the sensitive spot just
below her ear.
His hands stroked her thighs, then moved between to caress the
heat of her and she nearly came off the bed. She tried to move his hand away,
but he silenced her with another deep kiss. And still he continued his erotic
love play until she was shaking with her need.
He was driving her out of her mind, and she could feel her
control slowly slipping away. Desperate for the feeling of him inside her, she
cried out, “Babe, are we supposed to be doing this?”
He slowly moved down her body, his mouth hot against her skin as
he placed wet kisses along her collarbone.
“We can do anything we want,” he cooed. His heart was pounding
and he was hard and hot. “Tell me,” he demanded as one hand slid down between
the valley of her breasts. “Does this make you happy?”
A scant second after asking that question, his mouth covered her
breast. She reacted as though she’d just been struck by hot, white lightning.
She sucked in her breath, groaned low in her throat, and dug her fingernails
into his shoulders.
Breathlessly, she answered, “Oh, yes, that makes me happy.”
“Then, this is going to make you delirious.” He slowly moved
lower, caressing and kissing her intimately until she was writhing in his arms.
He wouldn’t let her hold back as he made love to her with his mouth, she arched
up against him, screamed his name, and scored his shoulders with her nails.
Covering her mouth with his, his hands gripped her hips, he
tried to enter her slowly, thinking that it would be less painful for her, but
then she moved ever so slightly, and that was all it took. He was lost.
Thrusting deeper, he penetrated her completely and captured her soft cry with
another hungry kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth to coax a response and
make her forget the pain he had caused.
He stayed completely still, his discipline in threads now, and
burying his face in the crook of her neck, he took deep, ragged breaths to try
to make himself slow down. She needed time to adjust to his invasion, but God,
it was killing him not to move. He knew he’d hurt her, and he hoped to God that
the pain would soon be forgotten.
The pain had taken her breath away, but it receded almost
immediately. The feel of him inside of her thrilled her.
“Babe?” she whispered.
“It’s alright, love. Just don’t move… just let me… ah, you
moved…”
She had shifted slightly, then gasped, shocked by the incredible
sensation the movement had caused. A burst of raw pleasure coursed right
through her body so intensely she cried out. She tried to lie perfectly still
but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. She moved again and the pleasure
intensified.
He groaned in reaction. He was planted solidly inside her, yet
still he tried to temper the ravenous demands of his body. Then she moved
again, and the battle to take it slow and easy was lost. His discipline
vanished. He slowly withdrew, then sank deep inside her again.
She became wild, for the erotic feelings controlled her
movements now. Instinctively she drew her legs up to take him deeper inside.
She clung to him when the first tremors ignited, squeezing him tightly inside
her.
She screamed his name as ecstasy overpowered her, ignited by the
magnitude of her climax. He stoked the fire of passion with each hard thrust.
And only then when he knew she had found her fulfilment did he gave in to his
own. With an almost violent shudder, he thrust deep and she heard him groaned
deep in his throat. She knew it was nearly over.
He didn’t move for long minutes. The only sound was harsh
panting as each tried to recover.
Almost too soon, he withdrew from inside her. Her body was
screaming for him to go back in there but he stayed where he was.
He was bursting with, basically, everything – every
feeling you can think of. He suddenly thought it might be a very good idea to
make love to her again.
His hands cupped the sides of her face and he kissed her lazily
and thoroughly. He shifted his position again and kissed her before rolling to
his side and pulled her into his arms.
“Darling, I’ll never leave you,” she whispered as she laid her
head onto his bare chest.
“I know you won’t, babe,” he answered back just as soft. “All I
want to do now and forever is just to wake up by your side every morning and to
be in bed with you every time I’m off to bed.”
She mumbled something else as she drifted off to sleep. He felt
the exhaustion too – probably worked just a little too hard earlier on her –
and as his eyes closed, his nightmare begun.
Stop. You may now continue.
She was dead to the whole world the next morning as he got out
of bed. Cautiously, as he tried to move around without making any noise that
could’ve caused her to wake, he picked up his clothes that had been strewn all
around the room and tiptoed to the bathroom.
After he’d showered and dressed, he walked out of the bathroom,
thinking that it might be a good idea to say goodbye to her and return back to
his house. His father might not be very happy about him staying overnight at
Lyeana’s house – what would he say if he found out that he had sex with her?! –
he might probably get beaten up but even if he die now, he would die a happy
man.
“Love?” he called as he touched her shoulder lightly.
Lyeana wasn’t moving.
“Baby?” he called out again, this time louder, his calling
accompanied by an attempted grab at her shoulder.
It didn’t last long enough. As soon as he placed his hand on her
shoulder, he knew there was something wrong. She was cold, as cold as ice.
‘Strange’, he thought. A thought sunk into his head
suddenly as he realised one thing. He remembered hearing it from her father.
Panicked and worried that it might have happened for real, he placed two
fingers under her nose and waited for the warm soft caress of air but there was
none.
A choke rose to his throat as he turned her over to her back and
tried to search for a pulse but again, he couldn’t find any. He took several
staggering steps backward when he realised that his thought had just turned to
reality.
“Lyeana?” he called tentatively, hoping that he was wrong. When
she didn’t answer even though he was shouting her name, he knew that she’s
gone. She’d left him… forever. He couldn’t control his emotions anymore. He let
out the tears that he’d held inside of him, crying out Lyeana’s name from time
to time, a part of him expecting her to wake up and comfort him but that didn’t
happen. It’s just not happening… he should’ve realised that but he couldn’t accept
the truth.
“Lyeana!!” he shouted, sobbing harder and feeling the pain in
his eyes. When he felt like his eyes were too dry to shed even one more tear,
fresh tears welled up. “Why?” he sobbed as he buried his head into the crook of
her neck. “Why did you have to leave?”
He walked forward and dropped to his knees, hugging his
girlfriend’s now-cold shoulders tightly – trying to save the feel of his
girlfriend and hoping that it’d last for as long as he lived.